Sketti growled at Gobskag as the seedy little cunt started taking his kinsman's remains off the table. "Ye better help ye little greenskin runt." he muttered under his breath, lashing out lazily with his arm. He bit into a whole potato as if it was a small piece of freshly cooked sirloin he had cut, chewing it just as easily. He took a swig of his 8th beer, finishing it off with a large belch that shook the table. He dabbed his mouth with his beard. 

"Well then, seems the lass has scurried off somewhere." he noted. "We can fill her in later if need be. But are ye gonna tell us what kinda mission we're here for?" The Dwarf sat up as best he could, which still meant his chin was just over the table. Burly and tough, he gazed at the others as he realized yet again who he'd be fighting with. He was hoping to get a contract that meant killing greenskins, not joining them! 

He decided to get up and fetch his 9th beer. Still a light afternoon drink to the hearty Dwarf, he stomped back in and stood at the edge of the table, not bothering to sit again. His burly arm was crossed over his metal appendage, and he awaited the odd manling to speak up. Or shoot the other Greenskin. Either one was good for the Engineer.